❛ what else can my hands do with the blood ? pray ? ❜
PRAY. PRAY TO A GOD THAT DOESN'T RESPOND, A GOD THAT LET THESE DISGUSTING CREATURES ﹠ WRETCHED HUMANS ALLOW TO DECEIVE, BETRAY, TO KILL THEIR OWN? bullshit. all of it is bullshit. all of them, they deserve no prayers, no mercy. nothing but a slow ﹠ painful, oh so painful, death of their own. a place to be sent where nothing but demons ﹠ darkness swallow their lungs, rip them apart from the inside-out for all eternity. ﹠ upon stewing in this hatred, this anger, her attention is soon snapped back toward angell; a woman with a rocky start to this [ ⋯ ] relationship. sinner never once questioned her, aside from figuring out - there attempt of - on who exactly put the hit out on herself, rahu. there was a pretty good idea, one that didn't only want to take down the unpredictable guard dog, but the owner behind it [ ⋯ ] her beloved shalom.
rahu's eyes closed, taking a deep breath while adjusting the oni mask rested against her face. her complicated companion, likely spilling tons of innocents guts as a means of living, there's no way it didn't haunt her. no way there weren't constant nightmares of her own demons that remind her of the horrendous acts made [ ⋯ ] eyes came open, half lidded ﹠ focused on the ground 'neath their feet, adjusting weapons. " what you do with what you've done, that you're personal call. i can't tell you what you should or shouldn't do, i'm no god. i'm like you, A SINNER forced to do the dirty work that those who don't possess our prowess won't do. " there's a pause, muscles tensing throughout her skeletal structure, rahu takes a step toward her complicated companion, however, doesn't directly look at her. rather, looking through, as if she weren't entirely there.
" we've our own shit to sort through, i have my reasons for doing what i've done. for spilling the blood i've spilt. same for you, you do what you do as a living, to get by. i don't fault you for that, my morality with it won't effect your decisions [ ⋯ ] i'm in no right to, but, " the eyes that previously looked through angell, suddenly shift down, an intense pressure surrounding each other, " how you choose to cope, how you choose to deal with ﹠ come to terms with it all, that's on you. that's your choice, " another pause, the pressure lifts a bit. there's an awkward smile beneath that mask;
" if you need someone to talk to, i can't promise i'll be any good at it. but, i'm here. shoot me a text, or come to me directly. i don't mind a chat [ ⋯ ] sometimes. "